Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 402 The Elder Wand Maker's Confusion

It was probably after that wand with the soul of an entire unicorn as its core that Celeste began to constantly redefine Garrick Ollivander's understanding of wands.

And just when he finally accepts it and thinks that this is the limit, Xilun will appear again with a new surprise... well, or rather, a shock.

Like this... a living wand that can devour other wand cores?

In Ollivander's view, this was something that could only have appeared more than two thousand years ago, in the most barbaric era of magic.

Back then, dark wizards were practically everywhere, and the mediums for their spells were the bones of all sorts of different creatures. You could just dig something out of their cauldron and exchange it for a hundred years of residency in Azkaban... without even having to go through any formalities.

But what Garrick Ollivander couldn't understand the most was that Siron used only legitimate materials.

The branches of the Striking Willow contain abundant magic and are recognized by all wand makers as one of the most precious materials for wands, making them extremely rare and sought after.

The blast-tailed snail... Although he didn't know what it was, he was certain it was a genuine magical creature.

How did these two normal materials come together to form such an evil magic wand?
Or is it that the strange thing isn't the magic wand?
Garrick subconsciously looked up at Xiren.

"What's wrong?" Xilun asked.

“No, it’s nothing,” Garrick said, glancing down at the green wand in his hand. If you just held it like that, the wand didn’t seem particularly special.

He tried waving it again.

"Orchids are in full bloom."

"Clear water like a spring..."

"Fluorescent flashing..."

Just as Siron had said, no matter what spell he cast, the wand didn't react at all, until...

"Avada..."

Garrick had only recited half of the spell when he clearly felt a strong fluctuation coming from the wand, which startled him so much that he immediately shut his mouth.

Even after the incantation was interrupted, the fluctuations continued for several more seconds before gradually subsiding.

"Unfortunately, I cannot explain what is going on at the moment."

After a moment of contemplation, Garrick said, "But one thing is certain: this is an extremely dangerous wand, so dangerous that even a child of a few years old could use it to kill an adult wizard."

"I suggest you don't use it yet, even if it will cause you to lose the three-way battle."

“I’m not going to send myself to Azkaban for a three-way tournament,” Siren said quietly.

Even Karkaroff, who was most eager to win, would never allow Krum to use the Unforgivable Curse in front of the Aurors and Dumbledore.

That's so stupid.

“But you don’t need to worry too much,” Garrick continued. “Remember that line that every Ollivander must remember?”

"The wand chooses the wizard?" Siron blurted out.

“That’s right, the wand chooses the wizard,” Garrick said. “The appearance of every wand is a wonderful prophecy, and what we have to do is put the crystal ball that carries the prophecy in the right place.”

He returned the wand to Siron, his light gray eyes gleaming in the dim classroom.

"You mean it will come into play sometime later?"

“I can only say it’s possible.” Garrick straightened up. “Wands are a very complex subject, and my understanding of them is only superficial.”

Looking at Garrick's serious expression, Xiren frowned. "I have a feeling you're lying to me."

To be honest, Garrick gave him a familiar feeling just now... Oh, right, Professor Sybil Trelawney of the Divination class did the same thing when she couldn't answer a student's question, she would say a lot of seemingly professional things to change the subject.

“Olivendine never lies.” Garrick’s expression remained calm.

"That statement itself is a lie," Xilun said, curling his lip.

“At least when it comes to wands, Ollivander never lies,” Garrick added, raising his wand and tapping it lightly in mid-air.

It was as if a soap bubble enveloping the classroom had been popped, making even the sunlight inside the classroom seem much brighter.

“I have other things to do later. I might need to think about your wand more carefully.”

Garrick said he walked out of the classroom with Celen.

"I'll go watch when the game starts. Be careful not to get injured."

“I will.” Xiren nodded.

Garrick seemed to have something important to say, and after speaking, he hurriedly crossed the hall and left the castle.

Around noon, Siren went to the Great Hall for lunch and happened to run into Harry and his friends in the foyer after they finished their exams.

As warriors, Siron didn't need to take the school year exams, but Harry and his friends didn't. The third activity was scheduled for the evening because everyone would have finished their exams by then.

"How did the exam go?" he asked.

“Not so good, I forgot a few names,” Harry said, glancing curiously behind Siron.

"Where are your parents? I heard they were invited to watch your match."

“I don’t know, but I suppose they’re with Professor Sprout,” Celen said. “Ah… they’re here.”

As soon as he finished speaking, several adults entered the castle from outside. Professor Sprout walked in front, with Siron's parents, Galian and Lila, following beside him.

But that wasn't all. Ms. Maxim from Beauxbatons also came in, and the group chatted and laughed like long-lost friends.

Galian and Lila didn't even see Siren standing there and walked right past him.

Yeah, it's possible that he was standing in a rather secluded spot, right next to a statue. It would be hard to see if you weren't paying attention... Yeah, that's probably it.

That's how Siron explained it, but whether Harry and the others believed him or not, he didn't know.

“If you hadn’t reminded me, I would have thought they were Fleur’s family,” Harry said.

“How could that be?” Hermione said. “Fleur has Veela blood, and they seem to be normal wizards.”

“But you all noticed it just now, didn’t you? The way Madam Maxim was acting,” Harry said. “She’s never been this enthusiastic with Headmaster Dumbledore.”

“That’s normal, because they’re all Beauxbatons graduates and have known each other for a long time,” Celen said. “In fact, my mother always wanted me to go to Beauxbatons, but my grandfather thought Hogwarts was the best magic school, and since I was living in England at the time, I received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts.”

"It's a good thing you didn't go to Beauxbatons," Harry joked. "Otherwise, Hogwarts wouldn't be the winner of the Triwizard Tournament now."

"Perhaps, you will be a champion of Hogwarts then."

“That’s fantastic!” Harry laughed heartily, as if he’d heard a hilarious joke. “We can split the prize money of one thousand Galleons.”

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(End of this chapter)